Page 10 of Mated into the Mob

“Spread your legs.” I’d wanted to say those words from the moment we met, with both of us naked, his slick-covered ass pushed up waiting for me to plow in.

Despite the work I did, I had a moral compass. I wouldn’t fuck him if I didn’t have his permission, and…there were so many obstacles, I almost wished I’d told Emilio to deal with him.

You don’t mean that!My wolf was aghast, his hackles rising.

Tony was still cuffed, so I had him raise his arms in front and patted along them. Next I went down his sides, and he winced. I said, “Sorry,” without thinking and checked he had nothing hidden around his belt. Then the legs. I started on the left, but as I ran my fingers over his upper thigh, I encountered a bulge. Hehadhidden something before Emilio caught him.

I glanced up. “You’re packing.”

His lips curled as if he was stifling laughter. “That’s a strange way of describing it.” He shrugged. “I was always told I was big.”

I froze, my hands still pressing into him, unable to move, my fingers clawed like from arthritis. “This is?—”

“Me. It’s all me.” Now he grinned, a huge smile from ear to ear.

He’d outmaneuvered me. Me, the guy with a weapon, a lethal one that would result in a through and through.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Enough!” I yelled, my voice echoing around the windowless basement, and he reacted as if Ihadshot him. He shrank away,his jaw clenched. I arranged my features and glowered at him, but what I desired was to hold him in my arms, pepper kisses over his face, tend to his wounds, and beg for his forgiveness, while telling him he was my mate, the love of my life.

And even if he did fall for me after I’d kidnapped him and he lost his entire life, how could he love me when I wasn’t human and he didn’t know my kind existed? And there was the little matter of him snooping at La Luna Noir, not to mention he thought my family killed his father. And my line of work probably didn’t align with his values. Fuck!

“There’s plenty of food.” I waved my hand toward a bowl of fruit. “And ummm, bananas.”

“Bananas are my favorite.” He sauntered to the table, licking around his mouth. “A good banana fits perfectly in your hand as you strip the peel off.” He picked up one and peeled it. “And you wrap your fingers around it before taking a bite.” He snapped his mouth closed, lopping off the top of the banana.

There was something seriously wrong with Tony. He was acting like he didn’t give a shit what happened to him. I was annoyed that he’d put me at a disadvantage, and despite his scent clogging my nostrils and making me dizzy, I wanted to get out of the basement.

“What are your plans? For me? Why are you feeding me and giving me a place to stay? Are you fattening me up?” He was much smaller than me, though perfectly well proportioned, except for the bit I’d felt up. That was huge. “Like in the fairy tales. The wicked witch liked to fatten children before… you know.”

I teetered between being furious he thought I wanted to eat him and him comparing me to a wicked witch, though I’d eat his ass in a heartbeat.

I hadn’t decided what to do with him, but I wasn’t telling Tony I was wavering. My signature move was gatheringinformation and making a quick decision. No flip-flopping, no umming and ahhing.

I pointed to the bedroom and bathroom. “There are clothes in the closet, and the lights in each room are controlled by a switch.” I turned on my heel and put one foot on the stairs. If I didn’t leave, I’d grab him, stick my tongue down his throat, before asking if he wanted another pat-down.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?”

I paused, wondering if he could read my mind.

“Like what?” I didn’t turn around. “Oh, the first-aid kit.” I grabbed it and ice packs from the fridge. I went to put a pack over his lip, but he reared away, snarling that he could do it himself. “What then?”

“Cuffs, or am I supposed to go about my day with them on?”

I dug in my coat pocket for the keys and grabbed the cuffs, deliberately not looking at him, though his prominent bulge was hard to ignore. My hands shook. That was what he did to me. I hated that I couldn’t control myself around him.

“Is there a problem?”

“Yes,” I raged. “I have an employee who broke the rules but who doesn’t seem to understand the seriousness of the situation. He’s more snark and sass than… than…”

“Groveling and fawning? F that.”

I straightened my spine and drew myself up to my full height which was a head taller than him. “It’s called respect. I’m your boss, the person who clawed their way up to that position.”

“Garbage.” He spat out the word like he was trying to get rid of something disgusting. “You got handed the job because of your alpha father and grandfather. And I’m pretty sure it’s former boss.”

He was partly right. I had been destined to take the role of Alpha, but my father made me work for it. I’d washed dishes, cleaned toilets, and tended bar on my way to the top. Sadly, thattraining was cut short. Papa was murdered, and I was Alpha in my early 20s.

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